When i was a kid, the barber also sold condoms. Lambskins, I think. I sure didn't need any.
You had to know the secret sign. A silver dollar between the knuckles, rapped on the counter.
Frank, the barber, scary, that guy. Every time you went in there, if he wasn't cutting hair, he was on the toilet, with the door open.
Anyways, I digress........ A barbershop is where men should get their hair cut. Preferably not at Frank's.